This Summer Solstice

I shall not
look at the moon
and sigh
Nor wish upon a
falling star
Nor hope for
a chance meeting
with my twin soul
Nor seek a seer's
foresight ...
Nor pray for a
miracle touch
to heal a scarred soul..

It was till
winter last
I sought such,
Desparately sought
some clues to
the purpose of You
in my life.
Your loving words
healed my broken heart
once.
Would I your broken
spirit heal?
Would mine be the unwavering
hand, held strong .
As your plodded through
this variegated existence?

The predictor whose
every word has stood
the fiery test of time.
Every oracle uttered
has come to pass
He tells me, YOU
will come back
to me someday.
Strangely it evokes not
Joy, only tears and fear
and I plead with him
to retract his words..
Those words were
blessings once
but now are mere "shraps"
The seer gives
an all -knowing- smile
and looks heavenwards
I trudge back
weighed down by the curse
I live this Atlas life
waiting for Hercules
to wander by...

~Kiyo~
(8th May 2001 to 8th May 2007)